day 58

It's the changing of the season. Summer deer sniping gives way to . . . early autumn deer sniping.

Except that today we played at being goose sniper. Same idea: pesky vermin that need cleaning up, in this case golf course geese who overstay their welcome and never leave. Last year the state of New York's September goose season saw an estimated 40,000 resident geese go down, making more room for the migratory birds who will show up later in the fall.

But today? this year's death toll was safe from us. We saw nary a bird all day. But a good time was still had by all: the loyal reader cooked us the manly man's breakfast that couldn't be beat, we shot clays until our shoulders hurt, and then we relaxed and partook of the beverage that makes beer camp, beer camp. All in all a satisfying outing. There's always next time.

With luck I'll be in the grapes tomorrow night, especially if if ever stops raining. And that's confessions of a deer sniper.